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onal, years of experience. Tony is younger, has the physical preparation, and has twenty voices inside your head that tell you every possible move that Ballard might try then, attacks, blocks, defenses. So I pushed harder, while Ballard's legs trying to off balance, and ulna of Tony pressed against her windpipe, blocking the passage of oxygen. Blood strangulation would have been the most practical, but technical work, and eri jime is part of the police use.
is a strange feeling. Adrenaline pumping through his body in a way that their time in combat failed. There's no panic, no paralysis. No cries of partner or explosions. He knows that there will be no nightmares then you can knowto win. For the first time in weeks, Priya's image disappears from your mind. Ballard has the face flushing and ears plugged. Blood hitting against the eardrums, the smile on the edge of the lips. They are biting, concentrated. Muscles tense, knuckles white. It takes three seconds longer than necessary to note the urgent knocking Ballard, the palm of their hands by attacking the ground, the other's shoulder.

Tony shakes his head and releases the key. Ballard coughs, and Tony bites her lip and separated a few inches. Close your eyes tightly for a moment and when you reopen there are small white spots in your field of vision, lasting a few seconds. The dizziness goes away almost immediately. - What was that?
Ballard's voice sounds serious, has bruised neck. They have a strict rule of no courtesy, restraint, during training, but both know the limits. Tony shakes his head again and rubs his chin, his fingers rubbing the new implants. The skin is still red and tender. "Sorry, I have my head in ..." Priya , no dice. There he is again, the image. He rubs his eyes closed. "I'm distracted." Ballard sits, still rubbing his throat. "I've seen," he says, his tone severe. Worried. "I need a couple of hours sleep, never mind. Ballard
snorts and grabs the camIsetan. His skin is rough, your thumb touches the curve of her neck. Tony does not know how to interpret this gesture, you never know. It is about an inch, however, and Ballard's hand stays on his shoulder.
"Okay, repeat. - Are you sure?

The question makes Tony lift the face, you look funny. Sometimes play this, to be known. Just because both are the two soldiers were beaten, because they end up fighting side by side and have a common goal. Because neither is what you really want. -course, "and downplayed the ground up.

neck is stretched and creaks. From the ground, Ballard chugs back and avoid looking at him to stand in turn. Tony tilts his face with what purports to be an amused smile, not a forced grin. "I never knew you cared so much, Paul." Ballard

tapped his shoulder with his fist gently.

"I have to know if I can count on you for the next mission or not.

speaks as if he were in charge. In these cases, Tony responds to Echo, to anyone else. But he also knows who are his men. The Ballard. Echo is the idealist, which aims to without the media. Ballard, however,

-Ey. It attracts
this time, again with his hand on his shoulder. But it moves, slides dangerously until you grab his neck with a fumble tired. And Tony is dropped as well, close your eyes and ajar